2nd Annual walk for SIDS In loving memory of Myla Walford
At 4:37 PM, December 21st 2016. An angel was born.
Her name is Myla, she weighed a healthy 8lbs 8oz. The most precious baby I have ever layed eyes on. She was a happy baby. So strong, she was so curious about everything going on around her. She would hold her head up at just days old. She completed our family. She has three older sisters who love her more than life itself.
Life was good. Life was normal. Hectic but I wouldn't have traded it for the world.
Myla was growing awesome. She was meeting all her milestones and she was just starting to giggle. That giggle is something I never had the pleasure of hearing. Her daddy and sisters heard her giggle. Sadly, I didn't get to.
The weekend of Mothers day 2017 was also her daddies birthday so we had big plans to celebrate with spending the whole weekend as a family. Friday may 12th, Myla went to sleep around midnight. Myla was a great sleeper. It wouldn't be out of the ordinary for my big girl to sleep for a five or six hour stretch. I layed her down and followed shortly after. The next day was daddies birthday. My eyes opened shortly before 5 am. I instantly. Instantly, had the most gut wrenching feeling, undescribable. I guess that is what they call a mothers instinct! My baby girl was 8 days shy of 5 months and I woke to her not breathing. May 13th 2017 had become the worse day of our lives. I ran downstairs with my baby. Screaming. Screaming she isnt breathing. All of my children witnessed the events that followed. I won't go into detail, but you can imagine the heartache and chaos that came next.
How? How can my big, smart, healthy baby be gone?! It didn't feel real. The ambulance ride felt like it took a lifetime.
So confused. So utterly crushed. Devastated. Feeling like you want to follow her. All we wanted. All we needed were answers!
Answers we will never get. Being told your baby just stopped breathing and nobody knows why is not acceptable! My daughters often asked me why. My response, I wish I knew. I couldnt even give my children a reason why their baby sister is gone!
Life will never be the same
We waited what felt like an eternity to get her autopsy back only to be slapped in the face again by "life". They told us the results are "undetermined". Imagine that. Imagine being told this. Being in my shoes and hearing these words. Not acceptable.
Last year my family and I got together and we planned a fundraiser! I thought. We need to contribute. We need to try to do our part in this. Try our hardest to help raise money to fight this demon we call SIDS.
We held a huge walk and event that followed and I couldn't have been more proud of my family, friends and community. We raised $3470. We proudly donated in Mylas name. That was an awesome feeling.
This year, we are planning to do it all over again and my Hope's are to double that number and donate again in memory of our precious Myla. We are just doing our little part to try to help the best we can.